Ji-hoon "
I woke up with darkness wrapping around me like a cocoon of coarse silk. The smell was unfamiliar; it wasn't the smell of my room, full of music books and the smell of coffee, but the smell of old mold, mixed with the smell of wax burning in a corner. I tried to move my hands, and the shackles came to me and proclaimed, "You're a prisoner now." Suddenly, a heavy door opened, and a pale light crept in, revealing the contours of the place. The hall was spacious, cold, and right in the middle of it was a shiny black "piano", like a monster waiting for its prey. Behind that piano stood he. He was not just a kidnapper, he looked like a choir leader standing on the edge of the abyss; his features were calm as the calm of the storms that preceded destruction. He walked towards me with regular steps, and his soft voice broke the silence: "Music is the only language that doesn't lie, dear.. and now, I want to hear your truthfulness." He grabbed my hand, which was trembling like a bird dampened by the rain, and led me to the cold leather seat. I put an hourglass in front of me, and the sand began to fall like beads of pure anxiety. "Every day at this sunset, you will play me a melody. If this melody touches my soul's passion, I will live another day in peace. But if inspiration let you down, and your melody is as pale as your soul now." Silence for righteousness
About Ji-hoon "
I woke up with darkness wrapping around me like a cocoon of coarse silk. The smell was unfamiliar; it wasn't the smell of my room, full of music books and the smell of coffee, but the smell of old mold, mixed with the smell of wax burning in a corner. I tried to move my hands, and the shackles came to me and proclaimed, "You're a prisoner now." ...Read more